So here we go! Woosh. This here is a blog for an ORIGINAL CHARACTERangel alien boy named Ritoku but he likes to go by Toki written by me, Felicity. He’s a sweet heart but not really who got stuck on Earth and is still learning English. But most importantly he’s:
not actually an angel
and a tail
and tiny lil fangs
and pulls you in by being nice but really is a dick
So if you’re cool with roleplaying with a little shit sweet heart alien, please give this goodie post a LIKE/REBLOG for the crowds and I’ll check out that blog of yours because you’re all awesome!
I’m doing a side-blog were I’m going to post my shit. That is, normal meme reblogs, random things, etc etc. The point is that this is going to become an art-exclusive blog, so please follow the other one for fun.
Because of you reblogging that thing about dinosaurs, I can't help but think of Noctis being really into them. Like especially as a kid, having lots of little toy dinosaurs but still seeing them in museums grown up and being like "holy shit" and Prompto captures his face lighting up... Just a passing thought. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
THIS IS THE BEST THING ANYONE HAS EVER SAID TO ME
like i bet he’d absolutely love plesiosaurs and tylosaurs and other extinct marine reptiles, too. and, of course, all the fish too like dunkleosteus (imagine trying to catch THAT bad boy)
bet he used to go into the citadel gardens and dig up huge patches trying to find dinosaur bones there, much to the dismay of the gardeners and the servants who had to clean up both the gardens and the very dirt-stained prince. ignis can’t even bring himself to discourage this behavior when noctis and convinces the gardiners to let him have a small plot of ground to bury authentic pieces of preserved flora and fish so that noctis can find them without destroying all the plantlife
also the prince of lucis has glow in the dark dino shoes no one can tell me otherwise. he still has them, too, buried in the furthest corner of his closet in his room at the citadel. it’s one of the things he treasures most because it was what regis bought him when his father had time to spend with him at the museum
for the first time in years. i haven’t committed to abstraction via pencil in years and finally, here i am, doing it. a piece of my own hair fell onto my paper … and, bam! added something to do composition. a happy accident. i’d forgotten how to improvise, to be driven by intuition, then make conscious decisions based on those intuitively applied marks.
i’ve mostly been posting bullshit on my fandom tumblr for what feels like forever. going to take a real break and i mean REAL BREAK from this handle. i’ll reblog fanart and stuff, but that’s about it for content. i’ll also continue to post occasionally on @cityelfsedition during my mass effect andromeda playthrough, so if you wanna hit me up, go for it.
i think i’ve said “ciao” a million times with this handle, but this time, it’s for real. i’ve been going through some personal shit that requires that i make some big changes, mostly to do with regaining focus and rearranging priorities.
if we’re mutuals and are interested in following my other blogs (original content re: writing and art and games and reshared visual stuff that you kids would call “aesthetic”), just HMU. my game twitter and tumblr@s-k-i-m-games are also around, so feel free to follow, though i don’t update nearly as much as i should.
if i don’t get back to you, don’t take it personally. and if i don’t follow you back, also don’t take it personally! my other blogs just have zero fandom and i prefer to keep the dash clean that way.
love you guys. fandom has been fun and great, particularly back in 2014-2015 when i was sad and lonely. it helped me reconnect with my nerdy side and also helped kickstart my writing practice.
The Hanzo™ main:
Really wanted to be a defense character but the team needed a healer. Picked Mercy because they thought it was easy. Dies a lot and blames the team for it.
Well-intentioned but not too skilled, picked Mercy very fast, jumps into danger way too much, dies a lot but never complains. A cinnamon roll. Goes alone to the enemy spawn room just to heal a lone Genji.
Plays it safe and stays behind the tanks at all times, has never had a blaster kill, ultimate always ready, patient and silent. Your personal healthcare companion.
The wife supporter:
Always pockets a Pharah or Zarya, probably reblogs tons of pharmercy on their tumblr. Knows how to use the blaster but prefers to boost their friends. Has an odd thirst for blood. Has yelled "GO GET EM BABY" during a match at least once.
+200 hours of Mercy. Has seen some shit. Uses their rez from inside buildings. Doesn't call for help when someone's attacking them, kills the enemy with the blaster instead. Everyone's at least a bit afraid of them.
The thing that’s honestly hilarious about aggressive and moralistic anti shipping movements is that it literally does not matter at all.
Nobody outside of a very niche bubble and a small number of people even remotely gives a shit. They pour all this time and energy into something that absolutely nobody in the real world outside of the Internet gives a flying fuck about. It would be sad if it wasn’t so funny.
🌹💚 Somebody shoot me with a tranquilizer because my delusions are at an all-time high. Lmao!
I’d let the Rose thing slide because Lauren loves roses, even if it’s Camila’s go-to everything, but Camila and a green heart? A green heart that’s the very symbol of this fandom for Lauren? A green heart emoji that Camila rarely (if not never) uses? 😑
Okay fine, it’s just an emoji. She’s experimenting with emoticons 😂. And Lauren simply loved reblogging the moon and shit. And she’s really simply obsessed with good ol’ cilantro. Nothing to get delusional about. Let’s all calm down. Hahahaha!
So much awful shit has happened this year, whether personally or globally, and after a while it starts to seem like it cancels out the good stuff. Everyone should reblog this with at least two good things that happened to them.
Aries: because you feel superior, and that won’t fly.
Taurus: because you take life to serious
Gemini: because you start too much drama that isn’t about them
Cancer: because you aren’t charmed by them
Leo: because you don’t let them lead
Virgo: because you are a mess
Libra: because you don’t want to go on adventures
Scorpio: because you aren’t smart
Sagittarius: because you don’t do shit they say
Capricorn: because you don’t have goals
Aquarius: because you aren’t obsessed with them
Pisces: because you are selfish
community-created online masterlists for what to do before January
I’ve see a couple of living document masterlists created by folks for what to do in preparation for Trump’s presidency. I have linked them below.
These are community created and have a lot of great information, but are not comprehensive, all-knowing guides. I know there’s many going around, so please reblog and link the ones that you know of as well. We will try to reblog your resources to keep this updated. The more information, the more options, the better it can be for all of us.
Sending y’all love, fight, healing, and resistance.
Been wanting to say this for a long time so here we go:
Can we please collectively stop making fun of the “meth fandom” or w/e the fuck nomenclature we’re using to describe real people who finally have a space and community to talk about their substance use? Like I’ve seen posts lump this part of tumblr in with literal fucking neo-nazis and if that doesn’t strike you as fucked up i don’t know what else i can fucking say to you.
I’ve even seen this shit from leftists. Like how can we recognize that capitalism is built on the exploitation of labor and mass disenfranchisement of working class people - and then turn around and mock people who use stimulants to cope with the godawful hardships of that life? If you can’t recognize meth users humanity, then what the fuck are you even fighting for?
I have adhd, but I still abuse my stimulants because my body literally cannot produce the amount of labor necessary for my survival. Thousands of others do the same. We’re not that different from the people on here using meth. Everywhere ~drug users~ turn, we’re denied the chance to talk about our own experiences in our own fucking language. We’re denied the chance to find our own community and engage with it on our own terms. Especially us women who use. Why propagate that shit here? What do you gain by mocking us and people like those in the ~meth fandom~? Who are you helping?
And i know this probably describes only a sliver of my followers, but I hope it’ll reach further. Because honestly? Some people on here need to step the fuck off.
I’ve never seen a post on my dash condemning this phenomenon (which is often treated like a joke, like it’s not about you know, real fucking people), and that’s fucking bullshit. I’m not saying no one’s said this before, but I sure as fuck haven’t seen it. We can do better. We must do better.
You could be doing more for equality than running a shitpost blog.
1. we don’t just do this shitpost blog. you realise that, right? we have lives and shit. i volunteer, i protest, i educate people on social issues, i worked on a webseries that normalizes LGBT people and LGBT relationships.
2. this is a shitpost blog with nearly 100,000 followers that routinely reblogs posts calling for donations to charities, and posts for signal boosts on huge issues, and loads of other shit like this. as far as shitpost blogs go, that’s pretty fucking good i’d say.
summary: lots of dialogue between the reader and negan, takes place immediately after part 1, abe was the reader’s brother
a/n: holy shit dudes !! part 1 got over 300 notes in under 24 hours and a few requests for a part 2 sooo here ya go :-) like /reblog /reply /ask /message for part 3
“Jesus,” Negan chuckled, “People here really have no sense of humor.” He stood up, handing Judith to Carl and following you inside the house. Carl waited a moment before getting up and following behind him.
“I was just joking, hun. Don’t get your pretty little panties in a twist,” he shouted, his loud voice echoing around the house. You were already upstairs, in Carl’s room. You heard a knock on the door, but Negan didn’t wait for your response before walking in.
“Don’t call me that.”
Negan’s eyes widened for a moment, but they settled a moment later as he smirked. He turned to Carl and nodded, signaling his approval of you. “I like her,” he said quietly, but loud enough for me to hear. Carl’s face hardened. The last thing he wanted was for Negan to take you away from him, and he knew that was more than likely. When Negan sees something he likes, he takes it.
“The women in this town…Damn, they drive me nuts,” Negan remarked, shaking his head. He stopped abruptly, and his expression changed from cocky to cockier as he feigned shock. “I am so very sorry,” he interrupted, “I forgot to ask for your name.”
You remained silent, not giving in to his taunting demeanor.
He clicked his tongue and knocked his head to the side, just like Carl and Rick did. “Alright, I guess Baby will have to do,” he laughed, rolling his eyes.
“It’s (Y/N),” you demanded, glaring at him. Your mouth remained in a straight line, displaying no emotion, but somehow intimidating Negan a bit. Your chest rose and fell quickly with your even breathing, displaying confidence.
“Sweet little (Y/N). I like the sound of that,” he grumbled, putting his curled pointer finger your chin, lifting your face towards his. You turned your eyes to the side to avoid making eye contact with him. You hadn’t even noticed Carl’s eye. His bandage was off, which was a rare sight. Even though the two of you were practically attached at the hip, he never let you look at his scar unless you were helping him with the bandage.
“Eyes on me, darling,” Negan whispered, snapping you back into reality.
“My name is (Y/N),” you stated, your eyes boring into his in the meanest way you could muster.
Negan chuckled before pinching your chin with his thumb and pointer finger. He tilted your head up to his and got much closer. “If I want to call you darling, I’m gonna call you darling.” His voice carried the most serious demeanor.
“Get your hands off of me, you pig,” you growled, whipping your face away from him and pushing his arms down. “If you came to see Rick, that’s all you need to do. Don’t waste your time trying screw with me. It won’t work.” Your own words took you by surprise. You didn’t know you had that kind of confidence in you.
“Baby, (Y/N), Darling,” Negan chuckled, slowly walking around you, “I’m not trying to screw with you.” He leaned in to your ear and whispered in his raspy voice, “I’m trying to screw you.”
You rolled your eyes and scoffed, jerking away from him.
“She’s just a kid,” Carl spoke up. He’d been silently holding Judith, who, to your surprise, had been keeping quiet.
“Did I ask for your input on the situation?” Negan yelled. Carl flinched, startling Judith and making her bottom lip quiver. She began to cry hysterically; squirming in Carl’s arms and screaming at the top of her lungs. You pushed past Negan and took Judith out of Carl’s arms.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Negan asked. It didn’t seem like a question, though. It was demanding and harsh.
You could feel the anger bubbling inside of you. You slowly turned around, rubbing Judith’s back until she stopped crying before beginning, “I was going to go lay down, but I forgot…Some asshole stole all of our mattresses. Maybe I’ll take Judith to play with Daryl. Oh, wait, you stole him too! But, you know, it’s fine. I’ll visit my brother while Glenn and Maggie watch Judith. God damn it, you killed my brother—and Glenn! Now Maggie’s gone because of you! What the hell do you want from us that you haven’t already taken?”
You didn’t even realize you were crying until you had finished. You were panting due to forgetting to breathe as you ranted.
“Leave us alone,” you said after regaining your composure. “You’ve done enough.”